The Counterattack

Maeve shoved the phone into her purse and bolted toward the hospital exit. The automatic glass doors slid open, hitting her with a blast of warm, smog-choked city air. The loud honking of traffic and the chatter of pedestrians assaulted her senses, a harsh contrast to the quiet sterility of the medical wing. She raised her hand, waving frantically at a passing taxi. Tires screeched against the pav